Tryst: Favorites

Sep 2015 Tryst

SøułSurvivør

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i

blue grey clouds
of crushed
velvet

sunlight
tears
the
seams

ii

embers of
delicate peach
ignite flames
of fuchsia

the orb of
sun burns colors
away to ashes

blown into floes
of white
mare's
tails

iii

tiny bird
settles restless
on the
highest
branch

flits
away

iv

wind
through
the weathered stones
cries then whispers

luring
the children
who lie within our ribs
to break free
and sing
songs
of
play

v

mamalaria
cactus
wears her
wreath
of
pale
lavender
flowers

sings to
her babes
clustered
below

saguaro
listens

soulsurvivor
(C) 9/13/2015

beautiful day rises up
out of the ashes
of a flaming
sunrise

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To a special friend...
... thank you!

#beautiful #nature #desert #morning #bird #cactus

Sep 2015 Tryst

A Balsa Wood Airplane

Sep 2015 Tryst

Robert Blankenship

A Balsa Wood Airplane

Don't ask me why today I bought
That little balsa wood airplane
One like many I had when I was a kid
I want to think that I've grown up
But somewhere inside I never did
I saw it yesterday and I just had to have it
Though I don't know why
So I pulled out a few hard earned dollars
And bought this memory that flys
It has a red propeller
That's powered by a rubber band
And two red wheels attached with wire
To help it safely land
I can't recall how many of these
I've pioleted through the years
I'm sure at least a few or more
Way back in my yesteryears
It amazes me sometimes now that I am older
That the sight of such a little thing
Can bring a forgotten memory back to life
Like a balsa wood airplane

RLB

I remember so clearly playing with a balsa wood airplane on many a summer day. If I could go back and be a kid again for just one day I think I'd fly a balsa wood airplane.That little boy from long ago still wants to play sometime, but he's all grown up now.
Wait, I have my airplane and its a beautiful summer day ,"Honey!Ill be outside for a while."

Sep 2015 Tryst

A random poem

Sep 2015 Tryst

Arfah Afaqi Zia

A random poem

I made a pledge last year,
Now I condole you on my behalf,
For I have shunned every word you said.

I was ignorant of you,
But now that you have gone,
I see the odds of the situation.

I feel a pang of guilt,
For banishing your entry,
To set foot in my Temple.

It is I who personally send my regards,
For I have now learned of your worth,
My hunger for money has fled.

I see my self in repentance,
Of not having to see you,
Please forgive me for I have failed you.

A poem of guilt and pain. From an unknown to seek forgiveness from his/her long lost companion.

Sep 2015 Tryst

GROWTH

Sep 2015 Tryst

phil roberts

GROWTH

I felt this primal urge
This trance-like instinct
To set things right
In case I have to leave
Move on, so to speak

So
I took my jaundiced eye
And rolled it from corner to corner
Of this, my situation
And I felt so very small and hard
Lost in largeness
For cynicism is a tight thing
Which allows little movement
A strange kind of chastity

And then, you see
Changes
Honesty demanded that I see more
Grow, so to speak

And oh, my poor sore eyes
See how the children starve
All over this bitter world
This bitter, sickened world
And cynicism did this
Through the slack hands of millions
Who still refuse to believe
That things can be changed

By Phil Roberts

Sep 2015 Tryst

ENOUGH

Sep 2015 Tryst

phil roberts

ENOUGH

It's been a long long road
That I've been travelling
And it's a heavy load
That I've been carrying
Now the nights grow long
And the days become colder
So tell all the brothers
They can tell all the others
That I'm going home

By Phil Roberts

Sep 2015 Tryst

Untitled

Sep 2015 Tryst

Stained Page

Untitled

“If i could just scribe my love everywhere for you..
Write it on the wall, breathe it through the air. That anywhere you would go, whatever you will look at. You’ll remember my love.”

#love